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Tigra is so cute and so energetic we could barely keep up with her to video her playing with her pussy. She rolls around and acts exactly hot she thinks we wanted her to act but she is so adorable it just didn't matter. But watching her finger fuck that tight little pussy was just too much, check her out yourself and see if she isn't the most incredible teen ever.

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This babe was another one of those big babes who had a big appetite for cock. She wanted as much cock as we could give her and in the end the stunt cock was lucky to escape alive. He fucked her like a whore and she kept wanting more and more. Damn some babes are just never satisfied.

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Stand the fuck back because Julia is CUTE!! This girl wants to be a model and thought that doing a nude video would help her be seen by the right people. We dropped the masturbation news on her quickly and she was all up for rubbing one out. We did not expect her titties to be so precious or her pussy lips to be so fat and inviting. This bald love opening is hot as hell and watching her stroke it till she cums is just incredibly sexy!

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Colleen pushed the pedal and the truck sped up. There were about three days to go, but Colleen knew if he sped up he could make it faster. He really wanted to arrive as soon as possible. He was looking forward a two-week vac, parties with his friends, sex with his wife. Although he was a bit tired of his wife. They were married for ten years, and she wasn’t as sexy and young as before. She was 36. Colleen wanted to try somebody else, young chicks with smooth velvet skin, with great firm boobs, and slender bodies. But now he hadn’t had sex for ten days. He was ready to fuck any girl he met, no matter whether she was young or old.

The highway was free, there were rear cars sweeping past. Soon there was just his heavy trailer riding along the road. He saw a girl standing by the curb. She saw his trailer and thumbed. When getting closer he saw the girl was a teen of about 18-19 in a light summer dress and sneakers. She had her hair in a pigtail, fringe covered her forehead. He saw a big bag lying on the ground by her side.

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“I’ll give her a ride, otherwise she’ll just freeze here,” Collen thought, “and the girl’s cute. Besides, it’s more fun when you have a fellow traveler.”

He pulled over. The car stopped by the girl. Colleen bent over and opened the door. The girl looked up at him.

“Hi! Are you going to the city?” She asked him.

Colleen nodded. “C’mon get in.” He told her.
Colleen started the car.

“I’m Isabel, hi.”
“I’m Colleen, nice to meet you Isabel.”

The girl was silent. Colleen looked in the rear-view mirror to see the girl better. He saw her reflection in the windshield too. She had long fair hair, a round pale face without any makeup, a turned up nose, and small plump lips. She wasn’t very tall. Her breasts were small. The dress was short enough to let Colleen see her slender slim legs. He was looking at the girl sideways. He liked her smooth white skin. He wanted to… He tried to imagine what her bare breasts could look like. They were supposed to be pretty perky with small pink nipples. He wanted to touch them, caress them… His dick was getting harder. Colleen was really excited.

“Hey, she’s too young for me!” He told himself. He thought it was better if he spent time talking.
“So your name is Isabel, right?”

The girl nodded.

“Where are you from?”
“I’m from the town you passed by when picking me up.”
“Why are you alone?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know.”

Colleen smiled. Then he looked at his companion again. Isabel was sitting half turned to the window. She was gazing into the window. She kept her hands on her knees playing with the dress rim. Colleen couldn’t help imagining the way he could caress her skin, kiss her neck… The dick got hard. He was hot.

“Hey girl! I wish you knew what you’re doing to me!” He thought. He had a picture in front of his eyes: he, a 38-year old beefy guy, was holding her young flexi body close, pressing his dick against her white skin. Blood was pulsing in his veins. He didn’t really want Isabel to notice his hard-on, so he leaned frontward and lowered his elbows. “I’ve never felt anything like this before! Man! I need a woman badly! Otherwise I’m gonna get laid with this teen. By the way, where is she going to?”

“Where are you going?” Colleen asked the girl.

Isabel took a deep breath and turned to the driver.

“You see… I gotta get in the city. Can you take me there?”
“Yeah, sure! It’s where I’m going to too” Colleen replied without thinking.

What??? It will take two days to get to the city! He wasn’t going to drive at night, he was too tired to do that. It meant they had to stay at some motel for the night. This idea made him hot again. Colleen was thinking what to do. He thought he’d better ask her to go out of the car, but it was too cruel to do that to a girl. On the other hand, he was too aroused to control his desires, he could easily fuck her right there in his truck. Then he thought he would pull up at some hotel, then he would get a room, he would go to sleep and wake up early in the morning. When thinking there could be no spare room for each of them and they had to sleep in the same room, he got really aroused, his imagination was difficult to control. He imagined Isabel pull off her dress, her panties, her bra, then get under the blanket…

His heart was beating fast, he was very aroused, it was difficult to drive. “Man! Who knows maybe everything will be just fine. Maybe I’ll talk her into giving me head. Or jerk off… I just can’t stand it anymore. It’ll be ok if she agrees to suck off, it’ll be ok if she doesn’t. I’m not gonna force her anyway.”

“You know Isabel, I’m afraid we’ll have to find some motel for the night, is it ok with you?”
He caught himself at thinking he was afraid she would leave him. Isabel nodded silently. Colleen was floating in his dreams. His imagination was playing tricks with him. He could almost physically feel what he was dreaming about: he unzipped his fly, took his cock in his hand and caressed Isabel’s face with it. Isabel was standing on her knees in front of him. His dickhead was roaming over her cheeks, her lips. He opened her mouth and entered it with his shaft…

He saw a motel. He went to the receptionist to ask if they had any rooms. Turned out there was only one room available (just like he thought). He asked Isabel if she minded. Colleen added she didn’t have to worry cause he would sleep on the couch or on the floor depending on whether they had a couch in that room and she would take the bed. Isabel said it was absolutely ok with her and that she really appreciated his help.

They had dinner first. They were eating pizza and Colleen could enjoy Isabel’s slender legs right in front of him. Now and then he saw her small round butt when she stood up to get a glass of Pepsi. Colleen was longing to look up her dress, to press his hands against her sweet soft butt cheeks. It was so difficult to fight with the temptation.

“It’s so hot here!” Isabel said after dinner.
“Well you can take a bath…”
“Will you stay here in the room?”

Colleen got her point. His heart was ready to leap out of his chest but he tried to stay calm and indifferent. He nodded assuring.

“I’ll watch some TV here or go out for a walk.”

Isabel went to the bathroom. She didn’t lock the door. Colleen crept up to the bathroom door trying to peek inside. He saw Isabel pull off her dress. He saw her slender body, her petite tits, white tight panties. It took her some time to take a shower. Then he saw her wet slender body. It was strange but she was taking a shower in her panties. They were wet and see through. Colleen unzipped his fly and took out the hard red dick. Isabel took off her panties.

He saw her bosom. The bush was fair and almost invisible. Colleen was staring at her slit. His right hand was jacking his cock off. He was breathing heavy, at the same time trying to remain unnoticed. He was in a hurry to cum before she got dressed. Isabel took the dress to put it on. Colleen moaned silently and a cumshot hit the floor. He was cumming for long as it seemed. When he was drained he put on his pants and got back to the chair pretending to be absorbed in watching some stupid TV show.

Isabel went out of the bathroom in about ten-fifteen minutes. Colleen was watching TV. He was calm but anyway he tried to evade looking at the girl to be able to control his arousal and emotions. They discussed the show and then decided to go to sleep.

“You take the bed, remember?” Colleen said smiling.

He went to the bathroom. Isabel went to bed. When taking a shower he thought of nude Isabel… It made him hot again. “What is this girl doing to me? She’s making me so hot! Even my wife doesn’t turn me on this way!” He came down then. His dick was flaccid again. Then he thought he’d always been drawn to younger girls, to teens, but he never had a girlfriend so much younger than him. He had always tried to suppress that wild desire. He failed to do it that time. Isabel was so young and so close. He wanted to fuck that teen.

He got back to the room. He suddenly realized he was very tired and really sleepy. He made his bed on the couch. It was silent in the room. Isabel was probably sleeping. He fell asleep too. He had a dream that night. He saw naked Isabel come up to him to kiss his chest, his stomach. Then she took his cock in her hand and stared jerking it, while Colleen was fondling her breasts, her face, her hands…

He woke up. He was very aroused. His dick was rocky hard again. Colleen was burning with desire. Colleen looked at the bed. Isabel was sleeping. The blanket opened her back and her small round butt. Colleen stood up from the couch and pulled off her blanket. Isabel woke up. Colleen mounted her.

It was strange but she didn’t even try to push him away. It made Colleen so incredibly lusty. He pressed her against the bed and spread her hips with his right hand. He touched her pussy. It was wet. He pressed his hard penis against it and pushed. Isabel moaned though tying to push him away.

He was fucking her with rapid mighty thrusts. Isabel cried out. Her vagina was holding his dick tight. Her pussy was so tight that it even hurt him at first. But the more he rammed inside it the better it felt. He was holding her tight moving the pelvis frantically back and forth. Isabel was lying still, her eyes were closed. Colleen was impaling her tight slit on his big dick. He was fondling her hips staring at her body watching his dark dick hide inside her pussy. He felt like cumming.

He was pressing his large chest against her boobs screwing her hard and fast. He was burning from inside. He erupted his cum in Isabel’s bosom. He moaned and kissed the girl on the neck. Then he got back to his couch.

He woke up early in the morning. Isabel was sleeping. He came up to the bed and pushed her slightly. Isabel started and looked at him.

“Get up. It’s time to go.”

He went to the bathroom. When he got back to the room Isabel was dressed up and ready to go. She didn’t know how to behave. Colleen came up close to her and looked straight in her eyes.

“I hope we’ll keep it in secret, right?” He uttered slowly.

Isabel looked at him in a strange way and even tried to smile. Colleen caught himself at thinking he wanted to see her nude again, he wanted to feel up her small tits, … but it was time to go.

“Let’s have breakfast first.” He said calmly and friendly.

They almost never shared a word on the way to the city. Colleen was focused on driving. Isabel was looking out of the window. By the evening they were close to the city.

“I wanna get off at some bus stop, please.” Isabel said.

Suddenly Colleen turned off the road. “I want more…” he thought.

“Come here.” Colleen looked at Isabel.

She didn’t understand him but anyway moved up closer. He unzipped the fly and pulled his jeans and pants off. He pressed her head to his cock. He was holding her tight.

“Suck on it! C’mon!”

Isabel took the shaft in her hand. Then she got the dickhead in her mouth. Colleen was directing her by pulling and pushing her head, helping her perform the blowjob. His cock was hard he wanted her to suck deeper but Isabel coughed, so he had to relax. The girl was moving her head up and down, her tongue was tickling the dickhead. Colleen moaned and closed his eyes. He was ready to cum.

He was holding her head by his hands for her not to stop sucking. A spasm. A cumload hit the girl’s throat. She wanted to raise her head but Colleen was holding her head tight not letting her do that. Isabel paused. He let her go only when he was completely drained. She moved backwards. She was breathing heavily, her hair was disarranged, her lips were sticky and wet. Colleen pulled up his pants and looked at Isabel.

“You can go now. But remember it’s our secret.” He said and drove back to the highway.

Isabel nodded her head. She got off at a bus stop. Colleen looked at the girl in the rear-view window. She looked at the truck then took her bag and left. Colleen felt tired as if after having a lot of sex. “I need a shower and some sleep.” He said to himself.

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Life as a private tutor is not without its perks.

    Teaching might well be termed the “noble profession,” but at the same time it can set in train some diabolically risky situations. I should know….I have been a hired educationalist these last three decades and this is but one such early encounter.

    New-Age thinking insists that obstacles and difficulties which befall us during our lives are in reality no more than “opportunities” in disguise. Such might be up for protracted debate admittedly, should a wayward semi carouse through your lounge-room one evening midway through CSI, or a herd of marauding bison trample you underfoot in South Dakota mid vacation. 

    Denise though was infinitely more of a challenge! 

    I was in my mid thirties at the time. Having had it big-time with the State educational boards and being tired of High-School theatrics and the one dimensional power-plays inside most staff rooms, I decided I could do no worse as a private teacher.

    As it happened, it proved to be a great career move. In charge of my own destiny finally, rather than being at the whim of some lame-brained politically incorrect school Principal, I developed a greater pride in my vocation, taking pleasure from helping individual students to understand what the education system appeared unable to pass-on within a class environment.

    My specialty, if you can accurately describe it thus, is remedial work. Parents call me in when their child is having difficulty with mathematics or science – most usually around the sophomore stage but occasionally even in their final year.

    Denise in fact had only nine months left to graduation.

    Her father, a prominent up-state attorney, was from the “nothing short of perfection cuts it in this world” school of thinking. Straight A’s for his children were the lowest acceptable ranking and anything less than the number one class position at year-end was an embarrassment to be endured. Failure was not an option let’s say!

    Denise as it happened sat well inside the top percentile band of math students…having done so since sixth grade. She had simply pulled down a B plus in an early year-twelve spot test which had been enough for her father to throw a nervy turn, insisting he call in a home tutor to ‘rectify the problem’ before it was too late. Denise was both demeaned and upset by the suggestion but like everyone else in the family, powerless to argue or reason with this particular control-freak.

    Thus it was, I was ushered late that Friday afternoon into the lofty hallway of the Sanderson manor, a riot of mosaic flooring, scatter rugs and marble statues. Conrad Sanderson himself, splendidly attired in an Armani tuxedo and on his way to some sort of legal-eagle ball downtown so I learned, escorted me up the semi-circular staircase to Denise’s suite of rooms somewhere along the east wing.

  “Just suss out her problem areas and help her as best you can,” he muttered, knocking on his daughter’s suite.

   Best I describe for you in detail, the young lady who now stood before us.

  ‘Pretty,’ does her an injustice. Just seventeen, Denise radiated both a poise and elegance that belied her years. Still attired in her immaculately pressed school uniform, everything about her was ultimately feminine and desirable. From the neat collar and cuffs of her blouse to the hem of her shortish but fully decent skirt, she exuded confidence and dignity. Her quite obviously natural copper-colored hair hung shoulder length, framing a somewhat inquisitive visage whose light blue eyes would have stopped a T-Rex in full flight. Together with smooth cheeks that had surely been sculptured from the finest alabaster on hand, backed-up with generous lips that would be in majorly serious demand in the coming years, here was a package that could not only reduce the average man to an outpouring of nonsensical gibberish but  would be likely damaging more hearts in the short term than a regular intake of a Quarter-Pounder and fries.

   
    I shook her hand upon her father’s introduction and noticed that she maintained eye-contact where other girls might have betrayed a hint of embarrassment or insecurity.

    Having been married for well over a decade…and happily so I may add, let me state for the record that I had never strayed from the fold, not even looked at another girl to be honest. This was but a child technically and yet something about her captivated me on the instant.

   “Well I expect you will want to be getting on with it,” Sanderson barked, obviously impatient to be on his way. “The housekeeper will let you out when you are finished,” he added as a seeming afterthought, before heading off without so much as a backward glance. Denise looked momentarily embarrassed by his curt manner but smiled sweetly at me nevertheless. I followed her into the room.

    Ultra feminine young girls normally have ultra feminine sleeping quarters. It emphasizes their sexual birthright and highlights their orientation. Denise as I said had a small suite of rooms to color her world. Her “ante-chamber” as one might assume it to be, contained classic period furniture that would have set daddy back many a long hour in the Supreme Court. Pretty light green drapes that matched the painted décor, hung at the huge bay window that was wide enough to host a leather-ingrained desk, presently piled up with school-books at one end. Another table, smaller, but with chairs clustered around it, sat against the left wall. Home to a state-of-the-art computer system, it was to this that she led me. I had a momentary glimpse of an expansive bedroom through the far doorway, containing what looked like a four-poster adorned with a coverlet and cushions from the Persian Empire. Denise lived comfortably it appeared!

    Ushering me to a chair she sat down herself, looking at me somewhat expectantly. I touched upon her father’s concerns and asked if there were any areas she would like help with?  Unable to nominate any she merely commented.

   “It’s just the way dad is Mr. Carr. He thinks anything less than total perfection is “failure.” He wants me to go to Law school with a perfect one-hundred percent examination record.” She lowered her pretty head for a moment.

    “I don’t even want to be a lawyer,” she confided. I thought I could see a few embryonic tears and wanted to cuddle her more than anything right then.

   “What is it you would like to do then Denise?” I asked.

    Hastily controlling her emotions she looked up again.

   “Something with children…..disadvantaged families,” she replied. “I’d really like to make a difference to a few kids’ lives. Give something back to people who have had way less fortunate lives than me.”

    It wasn’t so much her words as the sincerity of them that touched me. I knew right then that she was more than just a pretty young girl…she was something else completely. She possessed the unfathomable, something I recognized and sadly...needed.

    Neither of us spoke for a moment.

  “Anyway Mr Carr,” she said smiling once again, “Since you’re here, maybe we should let you earn some of dad’s money…right?’ She leaned across the desk and retrieved some of her workbooks.

    As it turned out, the session was not without purpose. Whilst she ranked at the fore-front of academic ability, perhaps the smartest young lady I ever had the pleasure of teaching, there were a few areas involving calculus and algorithmic logic that in her case, could benefit from a theoretical make-over. It wasn’t that she had failed to understand anything, merely that she had never been taught correctly.

    By the second month, we had covered every aspect that needed attention. Her work ethic and retention capability quite astounded me but this paled into insignificance when measured against my own escalating obsession.

   I was beginning to think of nothing else but that next Friday night. I desperately needed to be near Denise, to share in some small measure a part of her life….however insignificant that might be to her. I would gaze unhindered at her beautiful face as she might work at a problem, those expressive blue eyes of hers when they would flash with youthful pleasure at the point she might resolve an equation.

    It was the week after she turned eighteen that the equilibrium was for ever fractured.

    Pulling into the manor’s driveway at the appointed 8 pm. I was surprised to see Sanderson striding forth angrily from the front porch towards the chauffeured Mercedes. Fully ignoring my presence, he climbed into the limo, barking instructions to the driver who lost no time in circumnavigating the huge fountain before accelerating swiftly back down the driveway up which I had just cruised.

    The puzzle deepened when Denise herself opened the front door to me.

   “Is everything OK?” I asked

   “Sure,” she answered, a large smile creasing her face. “It’s just daddy – he fired the housekeeper a few moments ago.” She actually broke out into giggles. “Laura had just polished one of the hallway floors and dad slipped on it and spilt coffee all over himself. He was soo mad!” She all but collapsed in mirth at the recalled image it seemed.

   “Well isn’t that rather unreasonable?”  I asked. “She was only doing her job.”

  “That’s my dad,” she replied, “But it’s Ok, he’ll calm down and re-hire her next week, he’s done it before.” She added breezily.

    Closing the front door, she led me back to her rooms. That was no hardship I have to be honest. Following a teenage girl up a reasonably steep flight of stairs when she is wearing a figure-hugging white dress that clings to everything it was fundamentally designed to latch on to – is, if one is honest – well, fun!  I wondered whether she even knew that the opaque nature of the garment did little to shield her modesty so far as undergarments were concerned. Now as it happens, I like pastel blue panties as much as the next private tutor and those that were wiggling up those risers not eighteen inches from my gaze, were indeed a source of inspiration.

    You can understand then that my peristaltic rate was unusually high by the time we sat down at the desk. My mind was definitely not on things mathematical. As she worked at the first of a few problems I set for her, my gaze fell, as they had done many times previously I must be honest, upon the upper part of her dress. Adrift to the third button, it was enough let’s say, to display her small but delightful cleavage, not to mention a substantial ribbon of lacy bra. Even chiding myself for such voyeuristic pleasures, I was unable to wrench my gaze from that field of dreams. It was at that second she happened to look up and catch my decadent line of vision.

    I think we blushed equally.

    It’s funny how one often makes with the dumbest of comments when caught in a personally embarrassing situation. I simply looked at her and muttered. “I’m so sorry Denise…it’s just that, well I think you are so beautiful.” It’s hardly a plausible excuse for staring fixedly at a teenage girl’s breasts but certainly it was the truth.

    Instinctively she raised her hand to her chest, which only served to heighten my desire.

   “Do you really think I’m pretty?” she whispered.

    The weeks of unspoken affection could no longer be suppressed. I leaned across and kissed her gently on the cheek. For a moment she said nothing, simply looking at me with what must have been shocked bemusement. The blush lingered however and I could hardly fail to notice that she had made no move to either distance herself from me or to air the least of reprimands. Her body language if anything, suggested a complicity of sorts.

    Once again I inclined my head towards her and discerning still no implied resistance, I kissed her on the lips.

    When a girl wants to be kissed, it is very obvious. When you have been desperate to kiss her for a couple of months or more, the odds are the floodgates will open of their own accord.

    I don’t even recall pulling her on to my lap, all I remember is the softness and sweet taste of her young lips. Holding her to me, I reveled in her warmth and seductive perfume as I continued kissing her passionately. Eventually we broke off, both quite obviously in respiratory distress.

  “I have wanted you to kiss me for ages,” she said, looking up at me with what might have been pleasured victory.

  “No more than my own thoughts on the matter Denise,” I murmured. “I have wanted to do this just about since I met you.”

    I could see clearly down her cleavage those delicately receding curves. She appeared not to mind in the least. Intending to define the rules of the game a little further, I kissed her neck then her collar-bone. The girl’s sharp intake of breath suggested I was moving in a positive direction. Kissing her literally an inch above her right breast brought both a cry of surprise and a definitive wriggle of her hips. It also wrought changes to certain anatomical areas of my own…none that I was wanting her to notice right that moment you can understand.

    Kissing is downright dangerous if you’re serious about it! Denise was committed to learning, no doubt about it! Unable to prevent my hands from their own little trek of indecency, I suddenly found a wonderfully soft and pliant little breast within the confines of my right palm. It’s owner looked at me and sighed as I squeezed that oh-so-desirable mound. I think she had in mind to say “No…don’t” but nothing ever eventuated and thus I not only continued to fondle that which I shouldn’t, but my hand slid it’s illicit way deep inside her bra where tactility ran riot and the sighs multiplied threefold. She raised her own hand to mine – not to remove it but to ensure I think that her breasts might remain cupped and fondled until time ran out.

   “I’ve never had a boyfriend,” she whispered to me between breaths…“Dad refuses to let me have one.” I wasn’t sure right that moment whether I viewed that as an act of cruelty or one of gratuitous sexual opportunity. Either way I had a wife at home and doing what I was with an inexperienced and majorly vulnerable young lady was, if not downright reprehensible, way left field of responsible! It’s definitely not what I signed-on for with the Parish Priest. The deductive process however is stymied when one is on the road to inflamed passion in a teenage girl’s bedroom suite, the senses intoxicated by a heady mix of girlish scents and the seductive delights of a partially exposed bosom.

   There was also the inescapable fact that in some way I needed this girl. Needed her closeness, her intrinsic inner beauty and her intellect...if that makes any sense?

   With an arm around her shoulders holding her to me, I had just the one hand free for other things - not that this was any great hardship. Turning my attentions to Denise’s other breast, I had both pretty much three-quarters out of their bra cups with now just a hint of nipple either side. I decided to push the boundaries yet further and began to undo another button. Oddly, Denise just sat there looking downwards as her dress gaped yet wider, revealing in all its provocative glory that sexy little nylon restraint. Cupping her breasts with both hands brought forth a formative moan from that half-open if not delicate mouth. It was definitely time to kiss those lips a little more.

    Risking a full scale rebellion, I gradually lowered my mouth to the girl’s fully exposed cleavage. A sharp intake of breath heralded my initial contact. The smell of her breasts in such close proximity I have to say, was addling my thought processes. I wanted her more than any female I was ever privy to be with. For her part, even as I began kissing her breasts along their upper perimeter, she closed her eyes and leaned back against my shoulder breathing hard, to compensate I imagine for her increased pulse-rate.

    Very gently, I eased both breasts clear of their padded crèche. A more beautiful and desirable sight I had never seen. Lowering my mouth further, I drew down upon her right nipple which caused her to shudder with unforced pleasure. Latching on to that wondrously hot little teat I suckled her then, taking such pleasure myself as I am incapable of describing accurately. Making the cutest of little sounds, she opened her pretty eyes and the expression there-in was one of pleading expectation. I began to draw down now on her other breast – dead center.

    I don’t even know if she was aware that she was arching her back in an instinctive attempt to thrust her young breasts out more prominently. I can’t say I was actually dwelling on this possibility. All I knew is that I wanted to suck those eighteen-year old nipples until either the Police showed up or her Father took me out with an AK47.

    What man would be satisfied with his achievements thus far? What man could be??

    Even as I continued tenderly suckling the girl, my right hand re-located itself low down on her thigh, just above the knee. I began caressing the soft skin through her dress which at this juncture was fulfilling its purpose by maintaining an impressive level of modesty.

    Gradually my hand slipped lower although I took care to maintain a caressing action rather than anything more intrusive. Just a few inches below her knee I reached the hem of her dress. The skin there at the back of her legs was like hot silk. Deliberately I stopped kissing her momentarily as I wanted to gauge her reaction to this latest line of offense. She certainly was interested in my modus operendi, to judge by her yelp of surprise as my hand slipped beneath her dress, commencing its imperceptible ascent north. She permitted all troop movements up until mid thigh level where the heat was approaching that of a tropical rain-forest. Despite having instinctively spread her legs meanwhile, she placed her hand atop mine, shaking her head slowly and murmuring “No, please…no further.”

    Now think about it logically. A teenage girl sits on your knee willingly, her cleavage not ten inches from your face. She encourages you to kiss her, responds in kind, having no objection when you begin fondling her breasts. She permits you to not only put your hand down her top but to undo the buttons of her dress and gaze at her bra, before exposing her breasts totally in order that you may suck them stupid. She then lets you caress her leg and knees before slipping your hand up her dress and feeling her up as far as mid thigh.

    Then she calls a halt to proceedings under the rights of the citizen act?  I don’t think so!

    What she is saying of course is “I’m scared!”

    Holding her hands, I just looked into those deep blue pools of hers. “You’re safe with me sweetie,” I told her. “I know you’ve never done anything like this and you’re desperate to know what it’s like, right?  I understand it’s a huge step for you Denise but it’s one you have to decide to take – I can’t do it for you.” She was studying me now closer than ever.

    “For what it’s worth sweetheart, I want you more than anything else – not just for the sake of sex but because there’s something about you I just frankly have fallen in love with these last two months. I know have no right to expect anything from you, I shouldn’t even be doing this at all. I am being completely unfair to my wife…to my own conscience even. It’s just something I never thought I would do. Having said all that though, it changes little. You’re still sitting on my knee and I can think of nothing else but making love to you.”  It looked to me like there were the beginnings of a few tears in her eyes.

   “That wasn’t my intention either sweetheart – to upset you I mean.” I added somewhat meekly. If you want this to stop right now – tell me, I will respect and understand your decision totally.”

    I might have expected one of several responses but certainly not that which I received.

    Giving me a gentle but rather loving kiss, she slid off my lap then turning slightly, took my hand in hers. Leading me through the doorway to the left of the table at which we had been seated, she ushered me into the main bedroom. Her feminine influence was everywhere from the pinks and pastels to the half a dozen stuffed animals on her pillows. It was a beautiful girl’s room for the most beautiful girl.

    Relinquishing my hand, she sat down on the edge of the bed. Words were not necessary!

    Seating myself alongside, I kissed her once more. Whether she lay back of her own accord or I instigated proceedings I really cannot recall, but moments later we were both lying full-length on the coverlet, Denise on her back, me on my side facing her. At no stage had she buttoned up and thus her pert young breasts still lay open to my gaze, fully adrift from her gaping top. Provocatively displayed as she was, my immediate interest lay within certain latitudes south of the equator. Maintaining eye contact with her, I slipped my left hand beneath the hem of her dress as before, having determined a fixed route to the north this time.

    Once more a soft cry of shocked surprise issued from the girl’s lips as her dress was eased high enough to display the first glimpse of her light pink panties – cute and frilly much like their white counterpart in the northern climes. Instinctively trying to cover them with her hands – a gesture I found extremely arousing – I had simply to grasp her arms and return them to her side. Understandably nervous in the extreme, she nevertheless showed what I considered great determination in allowing me to continue my progressive abuse of her young body.

    The first of many audible gasps accompanied my total exposure of those rather skimpy briefs. For a few seconds I could but stare at such total perfection. That wonderfully flat girlish stomach giving way to pronounced flared hips that were highlighted so delightfully by those sexy little knickers. The prominence of her as yet hidden vulva concealed as it was by that colored rayon fabric – those sexy curves descending tantalizingly between her legs. I was just able to make-out a darkish area beneath, that could only be pubic hair…curls actually, to judge by the two or three stragglers I could see peeking out rather suggestively.

    Only three inches from her panties now, I worked my hand more towards the inside of her leg which not only made her wriggle slightly but caused her to part her knees sufficient that the front of her panties was now quite visible. It wasn’t something one could really overlook. Wishing to tease her no longer I allowed myself the luxury of actually brushing up against the soft material with the side of my hand. She reacted as is scalded, apologizing immediately. “I’m sorry, I’m just not used to any of this it’s all so new to me.”

   Might have been “new” to her but to me it was heaven on earth! Opting for the more direct approach now, I laid my hand across the front of those searingly hot panties of hers and with my index finger began indenting the front of them the whole way down between her legs. I could feel the heat emanating from that virginal crevice right through the soft material.

    Unable to prevent herself arching upwards slightly and despite the obvious embarrassment of her predicament, more than one soft moan was now audible. I began to caress the flatlands, smoothing my way across her lithe tummy before returning to center stage to rub and apply pressure to her entire vaginal area.

   Once she was comfortable with this latest development (and what it was doing to me anatomically is best left unspoken) I leaned forward and kissed her slightly below the belly button. Again a little cry of shock as I continued to kiss her, locked-on to a southerly trajectory as I was, planting one final smooch dead center of her panties. That brought on a couple of “Ohhs” with some accompanying hip wriggles.

    It was really time to divest her of her outer-wear although I must say, sprawled on her back like that, her dress pushed up to her hips, legs slightly apart with both her panties and breasts fully exposed, did have its visual benefits!

   “May I take your dress off sweetie?” I whispered.

    She looked at me for a moment, unsure exactly of what this might be committing her to in the short term. Sitting up then, she reached behind her back and unzipped herself. Easing her on to her tummy achieved two goals. Firstly, the ability to pull the dress off and following that, the relatively simple task remained of extricating her bra also. I was faced then with what – up to that moment at least – was the sexiest image I had ever encountered.

   Just three days into her eighteenth year and being a rather small girl – five-two at the most, she looked, lying there face down on the coverlet in just her panties, like a highly vulnerable fourteen or fifteen-year old girl sleeping. It was an scenario I found highly conducive to my on-going arousal.

    Unable to pass-up the opportunity, I gave her a gentle spank on that curvy little bottom. She gave a cry of probably genuine shock and turned to look at me.

   “Why did you do that?’ she giggled

   “Because sweetheart,” I replied, “you have the sexiest little bottom it has ever been my pleasure to encounter. Allow me to give you one more!”

    I have this theory that most girls find being spanked highly arousing. Never met one yet didn’t like it. In any event Denise just turned her head back to the coverlet and if I didn’t know better, wriggled that sexy little rear-end of hers just enough to register her thoughts on the matter.

   The follow-up was a doozie. Denise yelped as my hand impacted across both cheeks causing them to ripple momentarily. Reaching behind her she covered her bottom with both hands. “No more,” she frowned, “that really hurt!”

    For fear of overstaying my welcome, I apologized and retracted my hand. Call me perverted, but if you have never had the privilege of spanking a teenage girl at some juncture, then your life must by necessity be that much poorer for the loss.

    Kneeling alongside her hips I figured the best course of action right that moment might be Knight to Queen’s Bishop 3. My eyes still glued to her pert little bottom I slipped a hand up between her legs and applied some digital pressure to the precise spot on her panties where I knew her vaginal lips must be concealed. The effect was immediate. Quite forgetting about her ill-treated rear-end, she gasped in surprise and closed up her legs – a fully automated defense move.

    One can always find a counter-move in any given situation.

    In this case, taking a hold of the waistband of her panties and pulling them two thirds down her bottom seemed to me very appropriate. Whether you’d call it a gasp or a squeal I’m not sure, but certainly she had her hands behind her in an attempt to salvage some modesty, before you could say “how rude!”

    Completely over-awed by the sight of her partially exposed rear crevice and incredibly smooth cheeks, reddish as one side was, I did what any aroused male would have done. I leaned forward and kissed her bottom softly.

    “Don’t pull my panties down…please” she whimpered, whilst making no further effort to tug them back up though I noted.

    By the fourth kiss - slightly higher, at the very base of her spine in fact, she was wriggling herself stupid. Despite her protestations, I managed to peel her panties off altogether, yielding finally that which I had imagined, but in my wildest dreams could never have hoped to see – Denise undressed and at my procreative mercy. To say that she was beautiful in her nakedness is to laughably understate the situation. She was every man’s greatest desire!

    Slowly I turned her over, allowing her to cover her pussy with both hands as I did so. It left more than enough to admire, believe me. Her expression was one of complete trepidation yet innocent expectancy, discomfort yet seductive encouragement.

   “Would you let me see you sweetheart?” I asked softly, glancing down at her hands.

    Shyly but bravely she slowly brought her hands apart. I think I gulped! I know I was close to being rendered catatonic.

    To be afforded the privilege of gazing at that which a teenage girl has never let anyone see before is almost a humbling experience. Those incredibly sculptured downward curves of her clearly moist vaginal lips, hemmed in on all sides by that triangle of protective but equally provocative little brown curls…that my friends, is something you can never buy on eBay.

    Already besotted with her, I was overcome now by feelings of passionate need and protective intent. Other facets to my life had ceased to have meaning. With no game plan whatsoever I pulled her on top of me and kissed her with an intensity I never knew I possessed. She responded eagerly and I was a boy again.

    With her breasts crushed up against my shirt I was vaguely aware of holding her around her bottom whilst her legs draped either side of my own. Occasionally she would arch her back upwards, so that her pretty dark brown hair would cascade in my face while she regarded me fixedly between kisses. I think she knew also the extent to which her naked breasts were driving me crazy in that position. In the space of two minutes we had reversed roles. It was she was now the teacher and me the committed student.

    I’m not sure if she was aware I had unzipped my pants, though logic would suggest she would have to be. I do know that she made no attempt of any sort either physical or verbal, to dissuade me from my course and even as I fumbled beneath her abdomen, extricating my swollen and desperately needful erection, she was still permitting me to kiss her passionately.

    At that angle, and especially given that the girl’s legs were substantially apart as she straddled me, locating her vaginal ingress proved something less than a major feat of engineering. Penetration however was not without its initial glitch.

    Most eighteen-year old girls, even if they are still technically virgins, have generally loosened up the general area courtesy of their own or their boyfriend’s fingers during certain moments of self-gratification shall we say?. The hymen you may assume has frequently lost a degree of elasticity at least.

   Denise however must have been a very good girl, for despite her obvious willingness if not desire to part with her virginity that day, its accomplishment was not without considerable application on her part.

   “No, I really want you to do it to me,” she pleaded, when I offered to withdraw from the playing field as it was obviously hurting her a lot.

    Eventually we worked our way through the minefield – mainly by way of her controlling depth and pressure with her own hips and I was able to sink deeply inside that ragingly hot cavern for the first time.

   I can still see her lips open in silent pleasure as I began to thrust up into her. She minded neither my  hands as they caressed her bottom from hip to thigh nor my face as it nuzzled her breasts atop me. All she seemed to care about was what I was doing to her with that swollen rod I had inside her. I did a lot too…even if I do say so myself!

   There is probably nothing more sexually encouraging than a pretty and majorly innocent young girl pleading with you to “fuck her” when you are doing just that. Not words I can ever imagine Denise having used in her short life, she appeared suddenly to have an expanded vocabulary on site.

    Fuck her I did though and in every conventional position. An attentive student to the end, she showed great aptitude for her chosen subject. By the time we had run the gauntlet of:  missionary, all-fours center quilt and draped half-off the end of the bed with her hands on the carpet, it’s line-ball who was the most seriously skinned. Eventually we just curled up in that bed and slept for a while.

     I was so in love with this girl I could think of nothing but holding and nuzzling her. For a while I just lay there watching her sleep and caressing her hair. I had no idea what the following day might bring, let alone the rest of my life.

    At the point Conrad Sanderson knocked at his daughter’s door two hours later, calling out “Denise, would you come out here NOW please?” I had a lot on my mind!

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When Nastja called us on the phone we had a really nice chat. She was curious about what it would be like to be naked on video but she was too shy to visit the office and asked if someone could meet her. I figure that nothing would come of it but it was a nice day to take a drive so I went. When I got there she was nervous and VERY cute. I flirted with her a little, told her how pretty she was and even stroked her shoulder and thigh. Finally I got down to business and started talking about doing a shoot with her. To my surprise she was very turned on and did not hesitate to remove her clothes and show off her nice bald pussy and tiny tits with VERY hard nipples. Enjoy!

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My name is Kira, I’m almost 23. I’ve been married for the last three years. My husband is a really nice person, but unfortunately he doesn’t satisfy me in bed at all. For the last two years I lived in hell. I always admired husbands and boyfriends of the other girls that I know.

One day his cousin was visiting our town for business. He came along with two of his friends and we offered them to stay over at our huge house. My husband’s cousin’s name is Will and his friends Sam and Rob. The presence of three extra men at our house was so fucking turning to me! Those young guys also seemed to be into checking out my ass. So the next day when my husband left to work at 7 am I felt so excited and horny I decided to seduce those guys.

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I made a plan of action. I put on my sexy tiny pink rob that barely covers my hips. I made my hair and prepared for another day. I put on light make up in tone with what I was wearing. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I loved myself! I looked fantastic!

My C-cups looked delicious sticking out the nipples and when I turned around my ass looked like a pie! I looked provocative. My slim legs could knock down even Brad Pitt. And my cute lil face was sleazy and lewd!

I heard Sam and Will talking and guessed they were up. I came downstairs and as soon as they turned their heads they were like “wow!!!” Two of them were staring at me. Their eyes were eating me.

- “Guys! You wanna have breakfast? I’m gonna make you pancakes and milkshakes. How about that?”

They were amazed. I went to the kitchen and could bet they were staring at my ass! I got so turned on while I was doing the milkshakes. When I turned off the blender I heard them talking.

- “Man, you bro’s hussy is a sexy fuckin whore! I mean don’t get offended but she must be a good fuck.”

- “Yeah… Why don’t you check it out? Fuck, you’re stupid, Sam!”

I couldn’t hold myself and came out. I told them “I don’t mind, you guys checking me out… let’s see what I got!” and I put Will’s hands on my tities. In a moment he was all over me and Sam didn’t need an invitation. Their hands were all over my body. They were kissing me and licking me all over. They picked me up and took me to mine and my husband’s bedroom. They put me on the king-size bed and pulled off the pink rob. There was nothing underneath and that made them go nuts. Sam took out his huge phallus and forced it inside my mouth. In a moment I was sucking it with greed. While that Will - the cousin, was licking my running pussy.

Sam pulled away his cock so fast. I didn’t even expect. But instead Will took his place. I started sucking him so well like some hungry bitch. And that moment I felt Sam’s huge dick going inside my pussy. He started fucking me and that gave me my first orgasm in the past three years. Two of them were fucking me! Will seemed to cum soon and he got off me.

He lied down and told me to ride on top of him. I sat down on his dick and Sam pushed me further. He started massaging my anal with his dick. My anal was still wet from the juices I was having so his dick easily went half way in. In the beginning it was uncomfortable but three minutes later I was making upward movements. Two dicks were going inside of me like in some real hard core movie.

My mouth was free and I started moaning. I started off quiet but end up screaming louder and louder. I was going crazy from the feeling of two dicks rubbing against each other through the thin wall in my anal and pussy. When I opened my eyes I saw another dick!!!

Right at my mouth there was this average size dick! It was Rob. He woke up from the noises we were making. He grabbed my head and started shagging me like the last bitch on Earth. He started saying all kinds of dirty stuff. Like “Bitch, I knew you were a whore from the moment I saw you! You’re not a goody-goody hussy! Damn! All bitches are like that! Cheating on your husband!” His nuts were smashing on my chin. It was hard for me to breathe.

“Oh, yeah! This sucker has got a nice ass, guys!” said Sam. Will was lying under me and massaged my tits. Suddenly Sam got out of my ass and told Rob to stop shagging my mouth and they switched sides.

Three! Three cocks were banging me all over! I felt myself a real slot. And that thought made me get a total orgasm. They started cuming one after another… First, Sam filled my mouth with his cum. I swallowed it. Than it was Will. I felt his hot sperm cuming out of my fucked pussy. And finally Rob came right inside my anal.

They left to the kitchen. While they were having their breakfast I was lying on the bed all happy filled with joy and sperm. They finished up the breakfast and came up to me to thank me. They thanked me for like another hour and a half.

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Recently my husband, Paul, and I attended a cocktail party thrown by some friends of ours. We got all
dressed up. Paul wore his dark suit and I wore my black cocktail dress. At the party, though, we met
another married couple: Allison and Tom. They were in their mid-thirties and, as we found out, lived in
semi-retirement. Tom had made a lot of money in the stock market, so they were pretty well-off
financially.

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Well, Paul and I hit it off with them immediately. I think it’s because Allison and I both had the bartender
make us gimlets. Most people don’t know what’s in a gimlet (gin and Rose’s lime juice), so it was an
immediate opening for conversation. Besides, I thought Allison was really cute. She was shortish with full
luxurious blonde hair that hung down below her shoulders. Her dress had a similar cut to mine, which
meant that it was showing off plenty of her cleavage.

We were getting pretty tipsy from the drinks (although Paul had to stop drinking fairly early because he had
to drive us home) and Tom suggested we come with them to their lake cabin the next weekend. We didn’t
have anything else planned, so we agreed. As we were leaving, Allison gave me a kiss on the cheek which
I thought was a little more than friendly.

The next weekend arrived and Paul and I arrived up at Tom and Allison’s cabin. When we knocked on the
door, Allison greeted us wearing nothing but the skimpiest bikini. It was obvious that she had just been
swimming: her hair was wet and her nipples were erect, pressing against the fabric of her swimsuit.

We walked in and Tom was sitting in the den. He was also just wearing only a swimsuit, and it was only
barely covering the bulge between my legs. Tom suggested that we change and then head out to the hot
tub. Allison showed us to our room and we changed into our swimsuits. I had the feeling that we wouldn’t
be wearing them for long.

I guess I should explain a little about Paul and myself. While we never have had sex with anybody but
each other since we got married, we’d often fantasized about it. If the opportunity presented itself, and it
felt right, I was sure that we wouldn’t turn it down.

We went out to the hot tub, and Tom and Allison had a bottle of wine waiting for us. We sat in the warm
water of the tub and watched the sun set over the lake while sipping the cold wine. Before long, we were
all pretty relaxed. Tom dared Allison to take the top of her bikini off. She said she would if I would. I
giggled and looked at Paul and pulled it off right there! He grinned back at me as Allison took off her top.

We drank another glass of wine when, all of a sudden, I found Allison all over me. Her mouth was all over
my face, kissing my lips. Her tongue met mine and in the most beautiful erotic and wanting kiss I have
ever had. She pulled away from me and asked if I minded. I could only stammer that I didn’t mind at all.

Now I had never ever even kissed another woman in a sexual way. I guess I’d thought about making love
to another girl, but not seriously. However, with Allison throwing herself at me, there was nothing in the
world I wanted more than to make love to her beautiful body.

Allison came back over to me and began to take great time and pleasure in rubbing my breasts. As she
kissed me passionately, she took my nipples between her thumb and finger and began to lightly pull at
them. The sensation went straight to my crotch, and the strong pangs of desire flooded my body. Then
Allison stopped kissing my face and began to kiss my breasts. She sucked one nipple into her warm mouth
and gently tongued its hardness. Then she moved her head and began to nip at my other breast. I wanted
her badly. Then, all of a sudden, while Allison was suckling at my breasts, I felt her hand between my legs.
She pushed my bikini to the side and began rubbing my clitoris with a slow circular motion that drove me
wild. I reached for her head to bring her mouth to mine. She kissed me hard while I fucked her hand. But
before I came, she pulled away and smiled at me. I groaned in frustration.

Allison then went over to Paul. She told him to sit on the edge of the tub. He got up and I saw that his dick
was incredibly hard. It was pushing against his suit, making a little tent. Allison pulled Paul’s suit down
and knelt before him. She took his cock between her lips and began to suck him. Paul’s eyes closed and
then opened again to look at me. I was incredibly aroused by this woman sucking my husband’s cock and I
guess that Paul could tell. He smiled at me, closed his eyes again and then took Allison’s head in his
hands. Slowly he guided Allison onto his dick, fucking her face in long strokes.

Tom then approached me and lifted me up onto the side of the hot tub. He pulled off my swimsuit bottom,
leaving me completely naked. He buried his head between my thighs and licked my opening from top to
bottom. Then he inserted a finger into me and began to massage my g-spot while concentrating his tongue
on my hard clit. I began moaning and, after the teasing that Allison gave me, came all over his face.

Allison pulled away from Paul and came over to where her husband was eating me out. She leaned over
the side of the tub and kissed me fully on the mouth. I wanted to devour her. Paul walked up behind her
and slipped his penis inside of her. At first she began moving slowly back against him. Paul began to pick
up the pace and before long he was pounding strongly into her. I knew he was close to coming. I saw his
hips move faster and faster and then his back arched. I knew he was coming, shooting his warm juices
inside of her.

Paul then sat back into the tub. I didn’t think Allison had come yet, but she gently took one of my breasts
in her mouth. Paul came over and took the other nipple into his. I was the center of attention and I
climaxed again on Tom’s finger and tongue. Passion overwhelmed me and all I wanted to do was make
Allison come. I pushed everyone away from me and turned Allison around so she could sit on the side of
the tub. I knelt in front of her and lowered my head between her legs.

I kissed her up and down and concentrated on her clit. She pulled my head and I pushed two fingers up
inside of her. I curled them and began to rub against her g-spot. Allison started moaning with pleasure and
I was so happy inside knowing that I was making her feel so good. Then, behind me, I felt a hard dick
urgently pushing itself inside of me. I turned to see Tom positioning himself between my legs. He began
long deep trusts that pushed me into his wife’s beautiful crotch. I returned my attention to getting Allison
off and Paul came up to kiss her breasts.

I continued to circle Allison’s clitoris with my tongue. She was moaning and thrusting her wetness up into
my face. Her juices were all over my face. Suddenly she moaned loudly and lifted her hips. Her whole
body went rigid. Then she began to shudder. I put all the pressure I could from my tongue directly on her
clitoris. She was coming and coming and I thought she would never stop. Finally she sat back, exhausted
and relaxed, on the side of the hot tub.

I grinned as Tom increased the pace of his fucking behind me. Suddenly he announced he was coming and
he pulled my hips back against the strength of his thrust. He held me there as I felt jet and jet of his warm
milky come fill my insides.

Tom then sat down and we all looked at each other, caught in the afterglow of the incredible sex we’d just
had. Allison suggested that we have dinner and then adjourn to the master bedroom. We spent the rest of
the weekend there and have spent several other vacations with Tom and Allison.

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Meet Pixie. She’s the latest teen slut to enter Master Len’s web of ropes. She’s a real wild one, full of attitude. She really thought she was a bad ass. Even as Master Len was tying her in the ropes she was talking trash. She thought for sure she’d be able to get out of the ropes. Master Len made extra sure his knots were tight and that she wasn’t going anywhere. She tried to struggle free as they took pictures, but this slut wasn’t going anywhere and suddenly there was a change in her tone. I wouldn’t say she was scared, but she was definitely nervous. She suddenly realized that she wasn’t in control anymore. Click here to see Pixie’s free preview pictures, courtesy of Lassoed Ladies.

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I finally arrived into the motel in Chicago. I was there for the annual restaurant show representing the place I worked for. Chicago and Illinois were new to me, and I was excited about checking out the bars for the first time. The only thing I hated about these shows was that the company made us share rooms and unfortunately I was stuck with the oldest guy at the job, Phil. He was married and I was concerned that I probably could not cruise the bars like I wanted too. Though I was never attracted to older men, Phil was very masculine and well built. I knew he was packing a big gun because of the size of his bulge. I quickly lost the thought knowing he was married and always chasing the young women at the job. When we checked in we quickly realized that the room only had one bed, and offered no privacy for either one of us.

We attempted to get another room but because of the restaurant show there were no other rooms available, we looked at each other and to my surprise began to laugh. Phil said his wife wouldn’t mind and just smiled. We both showered and decided to go out for a drink or two. We stopped at the first bar we found and started to drink, after a few too many we began flirting with each other. Just the thought of this older guy lusting after me kind of turned me on. I realized that his cock was bulging so much that he was turned on. I asked him if he had ever been with a guy before and he slightly laughed, Phil commented that we should leave.

We returned to the room and everything got really quite fast. We both stared at the small bed in the middle of the room and Phil asked which side I wanted. I told him I prefer the left side of the bed and he said ok. Phil stripped his clothes off and said he was tired and got into the bed. To my amazement he lay on the left side of the bed. I asked him what he was doing and he simply laughed. His cock was standing straight up and his balls were swollen. I felt my cock fill with fluid and it pushed out my pants. Phil leaned over and unzipped my pants and began stroking my cock slowly. I began moaning and Phil responded by pulling me onto the bed. Phil placed his hands around my cock and balls and slowly massaged them. I reached over and gripped Phil’s dick with my left hand, I took my right hand and slid it between his ass.

Phil asked if I wanted to kiss his cock, I of course wrapped my lips around his hard stick and stroked it with my mouth. Phil stretched out on the bed and turned his body so his head was at my feet. He grabbed my cock and pulled it into his mouth. Now we were both sucking and massaging each other gently. The 69 lasted for about 20 minutes as we both came into each others mouths. We fell asleep and in the morning woke up to more erections. We both laughed and looked forward to the next three days.

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Shy girls should not have bold boyfriends and that is exactly what Galina has. A boyfriend that thinks it would be hot to share her with his friends. So he tricks her into coming over to his house to do a photoshoot and he gradually gets this cutie so horny she allows him to undress her, she allows him to put his cock in her mouth and she even agrees to fuck him. But she draws the line at sucking and fucking BOTH these guys! But they are persistent and win out and she even manages to get off on the feel of two different cocks.

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I had heard rumors about this sexy teen named Dasha and how she could seduce anyone, she laid eyes on. My friends warned me, but I didn't listen. She had me under her spell, completely at her mercy, as I sat there beating my meat monster begging for just one pump in her precious pink.

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Sandi and Lori stroll into an upscale lingerie store on their lunch break one day. They casually scan the racks until they spy a sexy, see-through red lace teddy. They flip a coin to see who will try it on. Lori wins the toss and they smile at each other as they are escorted to the dressing room by an old matron-type lady who eyes them suspiciously. The old bat unlocks the door and leaves the area, but keeps looking back to see what’s going on. While Sandi looks around a bit, Lori slips into the tiny dressing room and wiggles out of her clothes. She admires her image in the mirror before trying on the teddy then finally slips it on. The sleek red number accentuates her bronze skin, hugs her curves and awakens her senses. Running her hands over her thigh-high stockings, she steps back into her black stelletos to get the full effect. Her reflection thrills her as she turns slowly then her hands move up over her hips to her breasts. Her nipples get hard and practically jump through the thin material as her arousal heightens. She grabs her full breasts and rubs over them to get the sensations flowing even more then feels a twinge of desire flip in her and her hand goes down to her throbbing clit. As she rubs her clit through the lace, she notices the teddy getting wet. After a few minutes, Lori peeks out to get Sandi to come take a look.

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While getting herself off, Lori was totally unaware that she was also arousing the old man in the back room watching her on his private screen. He’s been enjoying the show and while there’s a break in the action, he takes his hard cock out of his pants and begins stroking. He can tell this is going to be a special day and keeps watching. He loves his job at the lingerie store, because he gets to see women getting undressed everyday, but this is a bonus — they don’t usually get off doing it! While waiting for Lori, Sandi decides to try on a black teddy and just as she gets it on, she hears Lori call for her. She enters Lori’s room and her eyes light up at the sight before her. “You look HOT, Lori!” Lori grins and says, “I know! Just look at how wet this thing is!”. Lori puts her leg up on the stool so Sandi can see the wetness that has gathered. Lori feels another gush of wetness at the sight of Sandi with the black lace outlining her curves incredibly. Lori reaches out and lightly runs her finger along the lace covering the top of Sandi’s breast. This catches the old guy’s attention and he quickly turns out the lights and locks the door then settles back in his chair to watch these two lovelies.

The lighting isn’t all that great in the tiny room so Sandi bends down to get a closer look. Lori’s scent fills her and she is excited by it. She rests her hand on Lori’s thigh, then runs her fingers over the soaked material to feel for herself how wet it really is. She hears Lori gasp and feels Lori push against her fingers. Sandi looks up to Lori’s face and they lock eyes, giving each other a knowing look that they have come too far to stop now - a silent agreement that they are both comfortable with this. Sandi pulls Lori’s leg off the stool and guides her by the hips to sit down. Sandi’s hands move from Lori’s hips, down her legs. Sandi opens Lori’s legs and moves in between them, unsnapping the crotch of the teddy in the process. The room is so small Lori puts her feet on the mirror unknowingly giving the old man a full view. Sandi runs her hands along the insides of Lori’s silky thighs and pulls the teddy up to reveal a soft shaven pussy. She touches her clit, sending ripples of delight through Lori. Sandi feels herself becoming wet with anticipation. More wetness runs from Lori and Sandi runs her finger in the juice and licks it, making her own pussy beg for attention. She reaches underneath her and unsnaps the teddy that’s been hugging her moist pussy so she can slip her finger in. While Lori is squeezing her tits, Sandi softly runs her tongue over Lori’s pussy, flicking her clit and starts licking up the juices that are pouring out of her pussy. Lori releases a soft moan of pleasure and pulls Sandi’s head deeper into her pussy. Sandi is happy to oblige and tongues her feverishly to get more of the sweet cum. Her own pussy is so hot that she starts pounding wildly with her fingers until she feels the wetness begin to drip. She can no longer wait and pulls Lori off the stool into her place. Lori is more than ready to get some cum for herself and quickly spreads Sandie’s pussy to get her tongue in there. Lori pushes Sandi’s feet up over her head giving her full access to the luscious pussy she craves. Sandi squirms while Lori trails her tongue over her clit, then plunges into her pussy. Lori slips her fingers into Sandi’s dripping, hot box making her squeal. The old matron taps on the door to see if everything is okay. They murmur that they’re fine and will be out in a minute. Sandi snaps the crotch and adjusts the teddy, peeks out to see if the matron is busy, then slips back to her room to get dressed. Lori dresses and they meet at the register and decide they have to have those teddies! The old lady gives them a curious look as their scents drift up from the fabric, but she’s too proper to ask any questions. The old guy staggers out from the back room and winks at them. They just grin at each other and walk out. Back to work they go!

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Oksana on the beach catching some rays again and just how painful is it to see this tall, tanned beautiful teen girl naked and stretched out in the sun? For me it was the most blissful pain I could have ever hoped for.

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Leyla is an 18 year old friend of Harry’s daughter who spends the night quite frequently since she lives out of town. This day Harry snuck in while his daughter was out and rubbed this girl’s bottom with a feather duster while she slept. He knows how to turn a young girl on and soon the sleeping girl was on her back with her tits and pussy exposed to Harry’s talented and wandering hands and mouth. When she woke up much to Harry’s surprise she was all up for a little old dude action and really enjoyed herself!

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Millie Waters stared at her reflection in the full length mirror attached to the back of her closet door and marveled at the changes her body had experienced in just the past month!!! Her once smooth flat belly was now so round and distended it looked like for all the world she had a basketball inside of her tummy, and her breasts which normally were small, were now huge and bulging with milk and tipped with purplish nipples that fairly begged to be sucked!!! As she cupped them and pulled one to her warm wet mouth,
her eyes were glued to the incredibly hairy pussy that was partially hidden by her overhanging belly, and almost as if drawn to it like a magnet, she slid her hand between her legs and began furiously fingering herself to a brutally satisfying orgasm, which would be only the first of many to come during the rest of the day!!!
As her orgasm waned and her senses returned, Millie slipped on a loose fitting house dress and stepped into a pair of old sandals and headed off downstairs for some breakfast!!! As she was frying up a some eggs and bacon, the back door swung open and her best friend from next door popped in and said, So, Mills, how’s it goin’!?! Oh, hi, Katie, she replied while turning the bacon, fine, everything’s just fine, wanna share some breakfast!?! Naw, I’ve already eaten, came the reply, but I could stand a cup of coffee!!! Millie poured a couple of cups, and after the two women settled down in their chairs, Katie asked softly, Is it any better with Hank, I mean has he been more attentive to your needs!?! Millie gave a harsh little chuckle and replied, No, he hasn’t, I’ve given up on sex with him until after the baby arrives, at least that’s the theory!!! Whatta jerk off, Katie replied with a shake of her head, if the shoe was on the other foot you can damn well better believe that you’d have to come across for him!!! They sipped their coffee in silence until Katie asked softly, When’s the last time ya had and orgasm, hon, I mean has it been a long time for you!?!

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Katie, Millie admonished her friend, that’s getting kinda personal isn’t it!?! Oh rats,
Katie shot back, we’re best friends, we can tell each other anything, so give, when was your last time!?! Well if you must know, and apparently you do, it was this morning,
Millie said in slightly husky voice, I did myself right in front of the mirror!!! Really,
Katie asked thickly, w-when I was pregnant with Nathan I could actually suck my own nipples, have you tried that yet!?! Now a very flush faced Millie replied, Yes, and it was wonderful cuz you can get them sucked just like you like it!!! Oh, don’t I know it, Katie replied with a sigh while absentmindedly cupping her own large chest through her blouse, I just love tit play, don’t you!?! Both women were now getting very excited indeed, and much to Katie’s surprise and joy, Millie stood up, and without a word of warning stripped off her house dress leaving her stark naked in the middle of the kitchen!!!
Good grief, Mill, Katie whispered, j-just look at your nipples, they’re all purple and incredibly puffed up, do they feel excited, I mean do they want to be sucked!?! Oh yessssssss, Millie fairly hissed, they’re on fire, just like my pussy, p-please, can you help me, I’m losing my mind!?! Katie’s own mind was spinning at the unbelievable turn of events, and as she prepared to take one the rubbery nips into her mouth, her own pussy drenched itself as she eyed Millie’s super hairy pussy hiding under her big fat pregnant belly!!! Millie stood at Katie’s side, and after letting her hands roam all over the hot pussied bitch, she opened her mouth and sucked in the huge nipple, which naturally caused Millie to groan as her whole body began to tremble!!! Oh god, suck it harder, she sighed while cradling Katie’s head in her arms, mmmmmm, that feels so good on mama’s big fat nipple!!! Katie chewed and gnawed at the hard nub as her friend began pressing her thighs together while attempting to apply pressure to her already on fire clit!!! Finally taking pity on the poor thing, Katie slipped her hand into her burning bush, and after gently probing her slit for a few seconds, began flicking the end of her finger over Millie’s incredibly engorged clit!!!
O-oh my, Millie moaned loudly while Katie’s finger strummed over her hard little erection, y-you don’t know how much I’ve missed the touch of another human being, thank you so much!!! That piece of shit, Hank, Katie spat to herself, what an asshole, to leave such a sexy woman like Millie without any physical contact of any kind, he should be horse whipped, but her thoughts were quickly drawn back to her friend as her pussy convulsed hard several times which was a precursor to one of the most stunning orgasms Millie had ever experienced in her life!!! With her legs wobbly from her climax, Katie led Millie into the living room where she helped her sit down on the sofa to regain her bearings!!! You okay, hon, Katie asked her naked friend, you look pretty shaken up!?! I feel just wonderful, Millie said with a satisfied smile, thank you for helping me out, I don’t know what I’d ever do without you, Kate!!! It was my pleasure, Katie replied gently while sitting down by her friend and caressing her over grown chest, in fact, it kinda turned me on as well!!! Really, Millie asked excitedly!?! Uh huh, Katie answered while twisting a hard nipple between her thumb and forefinger, my pussy literally drenched itself when you came!!! Well, Millie said while turning to face her friend, I guess we’re just gonna have to do something about that, aren’t we!?!
Millie already naked, easily stripped off Katie’s things, and before you knew it, the two of them were sitting facing each other with their breasts gently pressing together while they each had a finger buried in the other’s pussy!!! O-oh that’s nice, Katie stammered, I’ve never been with a woman before, but my nipples feel absolutely wonderful!!! Millie was just as taken at the sensation of having her chest up against that of another woman, and even though her own breasts were much bigger than Katie’s, just the fact that they were nipple to nipple was incredibly arousing, and when Katie began gently caressing her big belly, well it was just too much for the over heated woman to take, and as Katie’s finger did another number on her super erect clit, she shuddered once again as her entire body was engulfed in a brutally satisfying orgasm!!! Katie’s own cum wasn’t far behind, however, and just as Millie’s orgasm began to wane, her own pussy lurched out of control as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her clit and into the rest of her shaking body!!!
The two friends lay in each other’s arms for another ten minutes or so before Millie whispered, Now I know the old saying is true!!! And what would that be, Mill, Katie asked!?! A friend in need is a friend indeed, she replied with a smile, and you can take that to the bank!!!

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When you see Ksusha you are sure to fall for this tall thin teen girl. She'll make your mouth water imagining them legs wrapped around you. But she is also very shy so when her boyfriend approaches her with sex Ksusha plays hard to get. But he persists and soon he has his cock balls deep in his girlfriend's tight little pussy until he blasts his load on her chin.

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